1)To those who hate "Big Bang Theory" and "Seinfeld", I'm right there with you.

2) I would rather watch Free Speech TV than any of the other "news" channels. Of course, I don't watch all that much tv.

3) Went camping about a month ago. The people in the camp site next to us needed a lesson in dressing. I spent the whole weekend next to people who let their butt cracks/underwear show. Please dress properly - I'm not interested in having my appetite desert me because I see your ass crack when you bend over. To make it worse, they thought they could yell and scream at 1AM. Sorry, but some of us prefer sleep at that time of night. I don't care if it's a holiday weekend. Quiet hours start at 10 PM.

No one should be issued a driver's license unless they are literate enough to read the instructions on the gas pump. They should also be smart enough and pay close enough attention to directions to be able to follow the directions.

You would not believe how many times a day I have to go out to the pump and explain that "lift nozzle and press start" does not mean that you bang on the start button a dozen or so times without touching the nozzle, nor does it mean that you lift the nozzle and stand and stare at the pump.

It also blows my mind that people who can't find the big start button have no trouble finding the little help button.

Tip: All the help button does is make a noise inside the store. If there is only one person working and there are customers in the store, you will not get help until the store is empty. If the person working is in the cooler or freezer, they will not hear the call for help. In short, pushing the help button does nothing unless there is more than one person working. You might as well not bother unless you are the only customer in the lot.

If I had a gun with two bullets and I was in a room with Hitler, Stalin, and the new chick in the Wendy's commercials, I would shoot Wendy's girl twice.

Can we put the guy in the McDonald's commercial (I think it's McDonald's) in the room and give you an extra bullet? Then strap both the bodies to his random red couch and dump it into the Grand Canyon?